My Boss Is a Corpse

Wake up!
Well it's a brand new day
But the same old routine
The same old war inside my head

But someone's changed it all
That one telephone call
There ain't no work today
The boss is dead!

He won't watch me no more!
He got a pencil through his eyes
He won't yell at me no more!
He got seissors through his throat
He won't boss me around!
So the boss is a corpse

I'd
I'd want to kill my boss
He was an idiot
But now he's gone it's over

Blessed be his sad fate
Now dead boss bosses
Around the realms of death

Thank you my God
I've finally got
The peace of mind
He'd stolen from me

I'd
I'd want to kill my boss
He was an idiot

I wonder who have killed the chief
With such cruelty

Belated pay and never stayed late
Looked down the jenitor
Spillet hot coffee on the cleaner
Never said sorry

Tyrant
Dicktator
Someday he would've paid

Gushing orders from his lungs
Feeling the power of stepping on ants
He got his assistent pregnant
Then he made her radundant

A sweet turn of events
Sent a beast to it's grave

The day the boss died
The hedious night is here

Someone kicked the door
With death on their eyes
He hit the boss face dozens of times
Who's in charge?
Who's calling all the shots?
Who's the boss now?
Who'll be fired?
He stabbed him with a pen
And slit his throat till the end

Listen
Here's a lesson to be learned
Watch it
Treat your own with respect

There ain't no no respect in forcing yourself
Onto the ones who only mean to help

Or maybe sooner or later
You'll be the next